> Then I heard an old grizzled, long-haired Central Asian chief, who had come down with the Amir, asking questions of a native officer.
> ‘Now,’ said he, ‘in what manner was this wonderful thing done?’
> And the officer answered, ‘There was an order, and they obeyed.’
> ‘But are the beasts as wise as the men?’ said the chief.
> ‘They obey, as the men do. Mule, horse, elephant, or bullock, he obeys his driver, and the driver his sergeant, and the sergeant his lieutenant, and the lieutenant his captain, and the captain his major, and the major his colonel, and the colonel his brigadier commanding three regiments, and the brigadier his general, who obeys the Viceroy, who is the servant of the Empress. Thus it is done.’
> ‘Would it were so in Afghanistan!’ said the chief; ‘for there we obey only our own wills.’
> ‘And for that reason,’ said the native officer, twirling his moustache, ‘your Amir whom you do not obey must come here and take orders from our Viceroy.’
But note that Kipling himself is not as proud of this state of affairs as his character the native officer was:
While the men that walk beside,
Dusty, silent, heavy-eyed,
Cannot tell why we or they
March and suffer day by day.
> Then I heard an old grizzled, long-haired Central Asian chief, who had come down with the Amir, asking questions of a native officer.
> ‘Now,’ said he, ‘in what manner was this wonderful thing done?’
> And the officer answered, ‘There was an order, and they obeyed.’
> ‘But are the beasts as wise as the men?’ said the chief.
> ‘They obey, as the men do. Mule, horse, elephant, or bullock, he obeys his driver, and the driver his sergeant, and the sergeant his lieutenant, and the lieutenant his captain, and the captain his major, and the major his colonel, and the colonel his brigadier commanding three regiments, and the brigadier his general, who obeys the Viceroy, who is the servant of the Empress. Thus it is done.’
> ‘Would it were so in Afghanistan!’ said the chief; ‘for there we obey only our own wills.’
> ‘And for that reason,’ said the native officer, twirling his moustache, ‘your Amir whom you do not obey must come here and take orders from our Viceroy.’
But note that Kipling himself is not as proud of this state of affairs as his character the native officer was: